“I can tell you this. I love playing basketball with Whitney. I love having come to Chicago for this little outing and that she wanted me with her. ... love holding her hand when we get a chance. I’m hoping she’ll let me give her just a little kiss when you drop me off at home tonight. Are all those things honorable? I think so. I guess my intention is to be Whitney’s friend for many years. I’m not going to do anything that would make that impossible.”“Are you planning to charm the pants off all. I went on to tell them my beginning ideas for the following school year as well, asking them all to start thinking that far ahead.We all knew that we needed, Katherine, Jennie, Paul and Cece, and the two principals on board with those changes to the schedule.I didn’t tell anyone I had the next four years all planned, which includes the first season at the Mansion. Need to know.I luckily found Katherine and Jennie walking together. I went in between them took their arms and said, “Good, I need. We all sat out untill the sun started setting, my wife sat up and looked at Tim. She asked if he was ready for round two? He said sure , they stood up and started toward the house. My wife looked over her shoulder and said are you going to watch? I got up and followed them in the house. My wife went to her knees and took Tim's shorts down. His Simi hard cock popped up. It was a good eight inches and not fully erect. It didn't take long for his cock to stand up straight. It actually was pointing. ”“You need an heir.”“Are you hinting?” she replied with a slight smile.“Always. But a baby on the way isn’t an heir, nor would our children be considered.”“True, the succession is obscure, but would be decided by the High Court.”“Which would likely mean a civil war.”“Also true.”“I suggest you name an heir.”“OK, who?”“High Bureaucrat Bonsarr, until you produce an heir of your body by a suitable consort.”“Interesting.”“Would settle the agitation from some that you marry an important drone and.